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Around the Dorms; Tuesday Evening.

To help Mister Deadpool out, Turtle went through the dorms after work, putting up some posters:

Do you have problems?
Do you like asking strangers for advice?
Do you like answering questions posed by a poster?

DEAR DEADPOOL
Here to help you or your money back*

*Not a guarantee

[[ feel free to spot Turtle and say hi, or just react. See Deadpool's post in town for OOC information ]]

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Kou was on his way back from the showers to his room, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and with another one around his shoulders. He watched the girl putting up posters for a while before saying anything to get her attention. "Need any help?"

"Su--" Turtle started answering before turning her head toward the voice and then stopped dead, eyes widening a little. "Uh. Putting up the posters, sure," she said after a moment, giving Kou a look, face all twisted as though his near nudity left her not amused, "but I think I should help you find some pants first, geeeeeeez."

"Huh? Why?" Kou looked down at his securely wrapped towel. "I'm covered. Women in Brazil wear less than this. And so do most pool-boys for the rich and famous."

"Are you a woman in Brazil?" Turtle asked. "Or a pool-boy for the rich and famous?"

"Nah. But I could wear less." Kou dropped his hand to the knot at his hip. "Would you prefer that?"

Turtle narrowed her eyes at him (at his face! THE FACE! Eyes definitely up toward the FACE!), just daring him. "Don't they give people detention for public nudity? Clothes mutinies, I think is the technical term they use?"

"Yeah? I'm not protesting anything," Kou said with a shrug. "Besides, like I said; I'm not naked. I just could be." He crossed his arms over his tattooed chest, regarding Turtle with interest. "So, did you want help with the posters, or not?"

And Turtle crossed her arms over her very much so untattooed chest. "And, like I said before, are you going to put on pants or not?"

"Nope. Don't see the point. I'm not expecting to have to do any high-kicking." Kou frowned slightly. "Unless you have a sudden random invasion of Mikado Special Forces with their kamikaze bullet ninjas."

Turtle didn't know what the heck that meant, but if it meant putting on pants...

"You never know!" she told him, flailing slightly.

"Well, seeing as the Mikado Group isn't much for the kamikaze bullet ninjas anymore, I really doubt it," Kou pointed out. "Why are you so freaked out? I'm not naked, and it's not like I'm unattractive or anything." He really couldn't quite understand why Turtle was so set on him getting dressed. It was unusual.

"Well, why are you so against pants?" Turtle demanded. "What did pants ever do to you? Shorts will work, too, or maybe a nice breezy kilt. it's a matter of decency, that's all. I don't want to go traipsing through the halls with a guy in a towel. It's just not....decent." She nodded.

"This is just as covering as a kilt," Kou argued. "Because you don't wear anything under a kilt, either." He was only arguing for the sake of arguing. It was all in good fun.

"Kilt?" Turtle pointed out with strength in her argument. "Much less likely of accidentally falling off."

"I tie good knots," Kou replied with a grin. "It won't come off unless someone wants it to."

"Better safe than," Turtle winced a bit, face scrunching up, "eeee, sorry."

"Nothing sorry about it." Kou shrugged, still grinning. "And it's too hot to put on anything more than minimal clothes. So I guess I'll leave you to your postering, Miss...?"

"Wexler," she said with a narrowing of her eyes. "T.R. Wexler." She felt only the utmost formality should bothered with when it came to someone so insistent on not wearing any pants.

"Right, then. It was nice to meet you, Miss Wexler." Kou gave her a sweeping bow that was somehow ruined by the towel, but he remained fully covered the whole time. "See you around," he added, standing up with easy grace and moving toward his room again.

"Oi," Turtle muttered to herself and, when he was a little further down the hall, she called out after him, "Hopefully next time with pants!"

"Ugh," she commented to herself as she pinned up another poster. "Boys. So weird."

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